Seductive Studs – 15 February 2014


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Today I’m continuing with Radiq, my swords and sorcery menage storyIf you missed last week’s clip, you can read it here.

The noon sun beat upon Radiq’s shoulders, flattening his resolve like a slug of iron upon an anvil. As much as he wanted to, there was little the warrior turned ambassador could do to delay the inevitable approach to the Guild House—the streets of Thal Qedoq were nearly empty, the city’s inhabitants having escaped indoors away from the broiling heat.

His mission was simple: He need only meet with the Red Guild Master and secure his assistance—for surely the greatest mage in the eastern world would readily know the location of a crown lost for three millennia? Radiq snorted at the ludicrousness of that thought. His real concern should be avoiding an encounter with Marron—his brother would unquestionably want to pick up the fight where Radiq had dropped it ten years ago—and Radiq had no time to spare on Marron’s ambition and self-justification.

“Oh, my prince,” he thought, “why did you have to contract marriage with a sorceress—and then break the engagement?”

Laying further consideration of his brother’s errors aside as unproductive, Radiq turned his horse onto Qed Harraq, the great thoroughfare that ran straight as a lance to the gates of the Guild House.

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Seductive Studs – 08 February 2014


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For today’s clip I’m returning to a work in (sorta) progress that has languished some recently. Longer term readers may remember my swords and sorcery style, fantasy menage story, Radiq. If you’re not one of them, fear not—I’m posting from the opening:

Radiq reined Jessel in atop the rise. The roan stallion blew and stamped; its breath billowed in the cool morning air. A slight breeze stirred Radiq’s hair, carrying the acrid scents of horse and man. Nine days of hard travel had brought them to this hilltop. Their shadows stretched out before them, pointing the way to Thal Qedoq. The City of the Red Mages lay nestled in the foothills of the Great Western Mountains, its gates overlooking the Valley of Sha Harim; he’d be riding through those gates by mid-day.

Golden soldierTen years ago he’d ridden out those same gates and sworn never to return. But that oath meant little when weighed against the life of the man he served, and Radiq refused to look any more closely at what that itself meant. Ironically, saving that life would mean sacrificing the one true desire of his own life, for Prince Vadim could no more be with Radiq than Radiq could fly to one of the pale moons, which even now faded as the sun grew stronger. Sighing a cloud of his own into the air, Radiq kicked the stallion into a trot and headed down the talus slope.

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